Peter Hale (
sassiopath) wrote2017-03-12 09:29 pm
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Getting away - for Piper
Peter's life was lived by moons. His place in his family's life meant that no matter what else he did, he had to be home by the night before the full moon and was free again two days after. His sister would prefer he be there more often but he was trying to find his own life, no matter if Talia felt his life should be hers.
Which was why, come the morning after the full moon, earlier than usual, he wheeled his bike out of the garage and was down the lane before his sister caught on to what the noise was.
He took off up the coast, trying not to think about how hard the night had been, how hard it was dealing with being the alpha's brother and how much it meant his life truly wasn't his own but was hers.
The further he got from Beacon Hills though, the better things got in his head. Getting out of the mindset of being beta and just being Peter Hale.
He rode into San Francisco late in the evening and it was neon lights that caught his attention. Figuring he'd find a room later, he secured his bike and headed into the bar. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, not caring that his hair was a bit windswept as he headed to the bar to order a drink.
Which was why, come the morning after the full moon, earlier than usual, he wheeled his bike out of the garage and was down the lane before his sister caught on to what the noise was.
He took off up the coast, trying not to think about how hard the night had been, how hard it was dealing with being the alpha's brother and how much it meant his life truly wasn't his own but was hers.
The further he got from Beacon Hills though, the better things got in his head. Getting out of the mindset of being beta and just being Peter Hale.
He rode into San Francisco late in the evening and it was neon lights that caught his attention. Figuring he'd find a room later, he secured his bike and headed into the bar. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, not caring that his hair was a bit windswept as he headed to the bar to order a drink.
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She picked up the bottle and poured Peter another drink, leaning against the counter. "You could say that. Three sisters living in the same house we grew up with as kids." She briefly considered how she could word it where it didn't sound weird. "We are all that each other. We depend on each other I guess you would say."
In many, many ways.
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"Yeah, I know that feeling. How it is with my family," he said, taking a drink. "Why they need me to come back." Of course it didn't explain why he didn't want to come back, and what it was he would answer for or why.
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Although she was sure the circumstances between the two were absolutely different.
"I get it," she said with a little smile. "The family obligations get exhausting after a while." Though she wouldn't do anything to change it, she knew how it went with an overbearing family obligation. She was enjoying this conversation with him, more than she had with others recently.
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Because it's all he's thinking about and he can't put it behind him. Sure he's thought about it before, but now he's actually thinking of acting on it and leaving. More so than he already has.
"Ever feel like you never had a life of your own, and never will?"
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Piper considered those words for a moment before nodding. "Absolutely," she said with a smile. "Glad to hear someone out there understands that feeling." Though whether it was a good thing or not was left to be seen. It wasn't the greatest of feelings to have, that was for sure.
"Where are you running from, Mr. Hale?"
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"Yeah trust me. I understand how that is. I'm kind of the responsible one for my family." The one that watched young wolves during the full moon. The one that was responsible for so much and yet never would get the recognition for it.
"It's a little town in Northern California called Beacon Hills. It's not much of anything really but it's been my family's land for decades."